Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.